The Human Race is such a special day.
A day when my daughter is celebrated without the sadness attached.
A day to honor her short life.
A day to share her with others.
I never get to plan a birthday party. I never get family photos with my three children. I never have a new memory to share.
Her birthday and her anniversary, I have two days when others honor her. But, I can't share those days with others because on those two days it’s a struggle to even get myself out of bed.
Some families only get one day, the day of their baby's birth being the same as their death. At the Human Race, we walk for these babies too. We say their name, we share their love, and we celebrate them with their family.
We wish we had 365 days, not one, not two. So instead of a birthday celebration, a new family picture, or a new memory to create, we have this one day. One day to wear their names on the back of our shirts. One day to share their love by supporting one another. One day to smile with friends and family alongside other parents who live a similar life.
We get this one special day to walk together while at the same time, raising funds to support the next family who will follow this devastating path; that of living an entire lifetime without the baby they long to raise.
And that’s why the Human Race is such an important day. It's the only day to celebrate our baby, without also having it be a day of sorrow on the day of their death or birth.
Thank you, for spending this morning with us. We are so grateful.
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I am mama of three beautiful babes; two sons whom I have the privilege of raising and my daughter who lived for 33 sacred days.